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Six Sentence Sunday – Bounty Hunter

Without warning his head filled with some of the most hateful thoughts he’d ever had. He knew, like you knew things in a dream, that these thoughts came from Mother. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of love mixed among the hatred and resentment. He’d heard horror stories from the kids he’d been sent to find about how awful it was living at home. It was the kind of things kids blew all out of proportion. Even he couldn’t believe Mrs. Thredau wanted anything more than a perfect copy of herself to show off at charity events.